Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.